Inbetween

I am, and I will readily admit this, a bit out-of-step with prevailing attitudes toward Christmas. I'm not observant of any religion, so that's out, and I'm uncomfortable with what this holiday seems to have become for many — a brightly-lit bacchanalia of commerce that seems to begin even before the end of Halloween. (I know this might seem ironic to anyone who regularly reads this blog, having virtually watched me spend hundreds of dollars on almost completely inappropriate gifts for my six-year-old — but my common sense sometimes fails where kids are concerned.)

As far as Christmas goes, I feel inbetween, neither here nor there.

So I have come to think of this as a time for reflection. This has been a beautiful, chaotic year; at times good, bad, and indifferent. At the end of this year I am in a mood for both forgiving and forgetting, with hope that the past will be allowed to remain past — and the future will be as exhilarating as ever.